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Chapter 1075 - Chapter 1075 Chapter 174 Togu and Thorns

Chapter 1075: Chapter 174 Togu and Thorns Chapter 1075: Chapter 174 Togu and Thorns During the offensive and defensive battle, Han Dong spent almost the entire time slacking off.

Having roughly guessed the purpose of the “Whirlpool Cult – Father Lysos,” Han Dong further solidified his role as a ‘spectator,’ conserving his energy to the maximum by not fighting and not exerting himself physically.

During that time,

Han Dong leaned sideways against the window, observing the green plague spreading through the streets.

“This must be the plague released by ‘The Fifth Element – The Awesome Eugenes,'” thought Han Dong. “Those infected will grow eyes all over their body, whether it be internal organs or external skin, everything will transform into an eye structure.

Once the coverage of eyes reaches 90%, the individual will be completely dead.

Moreover,

about 10% of these individuals will transform into ‘Eyeball Groups.’

The groups float in the air, acting as Eugenes’s ‘External Compound Eyes,’ observing the streets for him and grasping the situation as a whole.

Quite interesting…”

Just as Han Dong was curious about ‘The Fifth Element – The Awesome Eugenes,’

The Count, whose consciousness coexisted with Han Dong’s, immediately transmitted a message, attempting to dissuade Han Dong from his dangerous thoughts:

“This thing is not at all fun!

Just the Shoggoth (Hell Demon Species) alone is enough to make one’s skin crawl.

The Shoggoth is not a naturally occurring species.

They are living products created by a group of ancient demons with abnormally developed brains, combined with the most advanced Demon Technology of that time… superior in all aspects, with each one appearing brutal and strange.

‘The Fifth Element – Eugenes’ is even more exceptional among them, rumored to share the thinking of the ancient demons or possessing their ideological inheritance, mastering a hand of ‘Ancient Secret Art.’

It’s precisely because of the Secret Art that the Silent Instructors on the street cannot completely banish the demon.

Don’t contact him… In the terms of you humans, this guy is also considered a monster in our demons’ eyes.”

“Count, the more you say, the more interested I become.”

“Don’t, if you deal with that monster, I, the Count, will not help you in the future!”

Watching the Count act so timidly, Han Dong couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Of course… Eugenes’s danger could be seen from the plague spreading through the streets.

The reason Han Dong wanted to contact this ‘monster’ was merely because there was a mutual connection between himself and the monster – the plague and eyes.

Suddenly, Han Dong sensed something unusual and immediately looked outside the window.

Below, a Whirlpool Instructor infected with the plague was heavily injured, eyes already covering the body… Pop! The body exploded, and an independent Eyeball Group drifted out, beginning to search the Empty Building where Han Dong was located.

Han Dong had no intention of running away, quietly waiting for the eyeball to arrive.

When this Eyeball Group, capable of inducing a fear of clusters, floated into the room and faced Han Dong, it showed no hostility and recognized Han Dong’s human traits immediately before leaving.

“Miss Sally must have already given a heads-up; as long as I don’t provoke him, there will be no issues.

Count, watch over my body… If anything unusual happens, remember to call me, I’m going to deal with something ‘inside my head.'”

“Alright.”

Vascular weaving.

A Bloodhound, its entire body woven from blood vessel tentacles, embedded with eyes and sharp mouths in the crevices, quickly took shape.

The ‘Dark Blood Skull,’ acting as a collar, hung around the Bloodhound’s neck.

Thanks to the divine blessing from the epic equipment, the Bloodhound, with the Count as the main consciousness, had a physique, contamination, and Basic Attributes that barely rivaled a Yandaros Hound.

Ensuring that nothing could go wrong, Han Dong’s consciousness headed to the Faceless Prison.

There was a very important matter inside his head that had not been dealt with, specifically the ‘participant corpse’ that Han Dong had scavenged from the deepest levels of the Thorns Church.

…

Snap! Snap! Snap!!

Just as the consciousness arrived at the cell, Han Dong heard the exceptionally loud sound of a whip cracking.

In the isolated cell where Togu was…

A headless corpse clad in golden priest’s robes, stamped with thorn patterns, was lying on the ground.

In Han Dong’s eyes, these thorns, primarily symbolizing ‘suffering’, might be quite fitting for Togu.

Even one could say,

Not a single entity in the entire London City could be found more suitable for the thorns than Togu… Suffering, for Togu, was an essential part of life, a need and pleasure to ‘suffer’.

The Holy stigma thorn, as a special [Holy-level product], also required individuals to accept and make use of it through suffering.

At the moment,

Togu was secretly whipping himself with a core thorn pulled from the corpse’s neck.

This particular thorn could pierce through Togu’s ‘Copper Skin Iron Bones’, and deeply fuse with his inner flesh.

Han Dong also noticed a peculiar point.

As Togu engaged in self-flagellation, reveling in the pain,

The thorns within the ‘participant’s corpse’ somehow slowly responded, not wildly growing, but slowly entwining around Togu’s legs, piercing the skin and beginning to fuse with Togu’s body.

“This Togu guy!”

Han Dong had originally wanted to communicate with Togu.

But looking at the current situation, there was absolutely no need for communication… He might even disturb Togu’s [suffering].

Togu was no minor character but a ‘Hell Raiser’ with a special identity from Hell, also chosen by the mayor as a special member of Derry Town.

If the opportunity presented itself, there was no need for Han Dong’s reminder, Togu would naturally seize it.

Han Dong stayed hidden in the shadows, secretly observing Togu’s pleasure process.

As Togu became more immersed in suffering, the thorns from the corpse slowly covered his entire body, resonating and merging with his flesh.

Clang clang!

As a hallmark of the Hell Raiser, Hell Iron Chains inside Togu started to make noise.

To Togu, the Hell Iron Chain was as important as Tentacles to a Demon… a part of him, even an essential part sustaining his body and power release, a symbol of the [sufferer].

“This is! The thorns and Togu’s internal chains are actually fusing… This is a deep layer bond! Will this transform Togu into a Sacred Level Life? Or will Togu control the thorns and still retain his demon essence?”

The scene before him far exceeded Han Dong’s expectations.

With time passing, the corpse on the ground was shriveling up.

The thorns inside the corpse seemed to consider Togu a better vessel, almost completely integrating the main thorn vine into Togu.

‘Hell Iron Chain’ + ‘Holy stigma thorn’

Using Togu’s self-flagellation as a ‘catalyst’,

A terrifying product of suffering was being formed, nearly causing Togu to faint from the pain.

“Is that… nails?”

Through deep observation with the Little Demon Eye, Han Dong noticed that integration was complete in some deeper regions within Togu.

Nails with both thorn and steel properties were growing among the layers of flesh; these nails seemed to inflict great pain on the individual, with even Togu twitching subtly.

Just then,

Han Dong felt a wave of heat coming towards him.

Swish! Lava splashed!

A hellish iron gate of fire-copper color rose abruptly from the prison floor, directly facing Togu.

The top was adorned with Demon Horns and flame-engulfed Skull Heads… Although it looked like Hell’s Iron Gate, the gate itself was marked with the same Tree of Truth.

“Door of Truth – Hell’s Edition? Togu this guy has reached ‘Ancestor Body’… it shouldn’t be called that, there should be a corresponding framework in Hell.”

As Togu reached out to touch the gate, its form changed.

The newly fused ‘jail nails’ became a major part of his physical makeup.

The sawblade embedded in his head disappeared, instead, a series of ‘jail nails’ started to emerge subcutaneously, regularly distributed across his face.

Evolution: [Big Demon]